Dinner had to be ended early; Toby wasn't feeling to well. Prue quickly volunteered to take him back to his apartment, much to Lierre's dismay. She was going to finish him off, he knew it.
They got in front of the restaurant and Prue, in her twisted way, thought it would be helpful if they gave Toby a ride to his house. Lierre knew if she was alone with him it'd be a ride to his death too, but... he didn't care anymore. One less to worry about.
"I'll get the car." Lierre volunteered and went off into the parking lot.
"Are you okay?" Prue asked. She wasn't really concerned, just checking to see if the poison was working. It wasn't supposed to kill him...quickly.
"I - ugh - think so." Toby said, then smiled. "Actually, I'm fine."
Alarms went off in Prue's head. Fine? He was *not* supposed to be fine.
"Huh?" Was all she could manage.
"Well, I still feel a little sick, but now that Rob is gone..."
"Do you not like Rob?" Prue asked.
"I dunno." Toby said, then sat down on the curb. He had begun to sweat. Prue smiled. At least the poison was working. "I mean, he seems okay, I guess, but he's a little odd. Plus, it seems like he has a temper."
"A terrible one." Prue said and sat next to Toby.
"What do you say I just let you be my publicist, not him."
"Can't do that." Prue said. "Sorry."
"Oh, why not?" Toby asked.
"We're a - um - team."
"Really convincing." Toby said.
"Yeah, well, you know." Prue mumbled.
Lierre watched from the car he had just hotwired and seethed. What were they talking about? But more importantly, why did he care? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? He didn't have an answer, so he kept seething.
"He makes me feel uncomfortable." Toby said. "I really don't like having him around."
"Well, I didn't at first, but he grows on you." Prue said. "But never tell him I said that."
"Why?"
"It's...a thing. Hard to explain. Blah blah blah." Prue said, then cleared her throat and looked away.
"No, tell me." Toby said. "You've got me interested."
"Must be a secret."
Toby turned to see Lierre standing over him, with a knife in his hand. Before Toby could say anything, Lierre slid the knife into Toby's back, then twisted it. Toby's eyes rolled back into his head, then he fell onto Prue.
Prue wrinkled her nose, pushed Toby away from her, then stood up.
"I thought there was a no-kill policy." Prue said.
Lierre didn't say anything. He just grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the car.
"In."
Prue scowled at him then got in the car.
"Why are we sitting in this car?" Prue asked after a few minutes.
Lierre just looked past Prue and out her window, looking at Toby.
"Here's what you're going to do." Lierre said, for the first time taking charge. "You're going to get the waiter to come out, then discover the body, then admit to the murder."
"What happened to the no-voices-in-heads policy?"
"Forget it." Lierre said gruffly then looked forward.
Prue rolled her eyes, then looked out her window and worked her magic. A few minutes later, the waiter came out, grabbed the knife from Toby's back, then walked back into the restaurant.
After it was done, flames encased them both and brought them to the Underworld. The Source.
* * The Source's chamber * *
Although neither could see his face, both Prue and Lierre knew that The Source was not at all happy.
"You have both failed."
"He's dead, isn't he?" Prue said. "I mean, that *was* the point."
"No." The Source boomed. "The point was for you to learn how to become involved in a mortal's life and slowly gain their trust."
"I already know how to do that." Prue said. The Source did an odd thing. He sniffed the air.
"Emotion."
Prue and Lierre both froze. Emotion?
"You." The Source said and pointed to Lierre. "Jealousy." Then he pointed to Prue. "Happiness."
Prue and Lierre did nothing. Emotion was frowned upon. According to history, emotion made you weak. Weak was bad... and also frowned upon.
"You feel." The Source said. "Your time in the human world has made you weak. The oddest thing, however, is that... you feel toward each other."
Both Prue and Lierre exploded.
"WHAT?"
"Me? Feel for him? HA!"
"That's such a load of -"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Why don't you shut up?"
"You want a piece of this?"
"Yeah! Bring it on, witch!"
Prue screamed then lunged at Lierre. They fell to the ground, punching, hitting, scratching, kicking, and basically just beating each other.
The Source watched, contemplating it all, then waved his hand lightly. Prue and Lierre flew across the room, each hitting a stone wall. Both were breathing heavily and had pure rage etched on their faces.
Prue wasn't bleeding, but a few bruises were working on forming. Lierre had a split lip and a thin cut on his forehead. He too was also forming a few bruises.
"This fascinates me." The Source said. "The emotion you have seems to fuel some sort of deep inner rage. Only two beings of great evil could feed off each other in such a way. I encourage this. Go now."
Prue and Lierre looked at each other briefly, then shimmered from the chamber.
Neither was quite sure what The Source was suggesting.
They got in front of the restaurant and Prue, in her twisted way, thought it would be helpful if they gave Toby a ride to his house. Lierre knew if she was alone with him it'd be a ride to his death too, but... he didn't care anymore. One less to worry about.
"I'll get the car." Lierre volunteered and went off into the parking lot.
"Are you okay?" Prue asked. She wasn't really concerned, just checking to see if the poison was working. It wasn't supposed to kill him...quickly.
"I - ugh - think so." Toby said, then smiled. "Actually, I'm fine."
Alarms went off in Prue's head. Fine? He was *not* supposed to be fine.
"Huh?" Was all she could manage.
"Well, I still feel a little sick, but now that Rob is gone..."
"Do you not like Rob?" Prue asked.
"I dunno." Toby said, then sat down on the curb. He had begun to sweat. Prue smiled. At least the poison was working. "I mean, he seems okay, I guess, but he's a little odd. Plus, it seems like he has a temper."
"A terrible one." Prue said and sat next to Toby.
"What do you say I just let you be my publicist, not him."
"Can't do that." Prue said. "Sorry."
"Oh, why not?" Toby asked.
"We're a - um - team."
"Really convincing." Toby said.
"Yeah, well, you know." Prue mumbled.
Lierre watched from the car he had just hotwired and seethed. What were they talking about? But more importantly, why did he care? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? He didn't have an answer, so he kept seething.
"He makes me feel uncomfortable." Toby said. "I really don't like having him around."
"Well, I didn't at first, but he grows on you." Prue said. "But never tell him I said that."
"Why?"
"It's...a thing. Hard to explain. Blah blah blah." Prue said, then cleared her throat and looked away.
"No, tell me." Toby said. "You've got me interested."
"Must be a secret."
Toby turned to see Lierre standing over him, with a knife in his hand. Before Toby could say anything, Lierre slid the knife into Toby's back, then twisted it. Toby's eyes rolled back into his head, then he fell onto Prue.
Prue wrinkled her nose, pushed Toby away from her, then stood up.
"I thought there was a no-kill policy." Prue said.
Lierre didn't say anything. He just grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to the car.
"In."
Prue scowled at him then got in the car.
"Why are we sitting in this car?" Prue asked after a few minutes.
Lierre just looked past Prue and out her window, looking at Toby.
"Here's what you're going to do." Lierre said, for the first time taking charge. "You're going to get the waiter to come out, then discover the body, then admit to the murder."
"What happened to the no-voices-in-heads policy?"
"Forget it." Lierre said gruffly then looked forward.
Prue rolled her eyes, then looked out her window and worked her magic. A few minutes later, the waiter came out, grabbed the knife from Toby's back, then walked back into the restaurant.
After it was done, flames encased them both and brought them to the Underworld. The Source.
* * The Source's chamber * *
Although neither could see his face, both Prue and Lierre knew that The Source was not at all happy.
"You have both failed."
"He's dead, isn't he?" Prue said. "I mean, that *was* the point."
"No." The Source boomed. "The point was for you to learn how to become involved in a mortal's life and slowly gain their trust."
"I already know how to do that." Prue said. The Source did an odd thing. He sniffed the air.
"Emotion."
Prue and Lierre both froze. Emotion?
"You." The Source said and pointed to Lierre. "Jealousy." Then he pointed to Prue. "Happiness."
Prue and Lierre did nothing. Emotion was frowned upon. According to history, emotion made you weak. Weak was bad... and also frowned upon.
"You feel." The Source said. "Your time in the human world has made you weak. The oddest thing, however, is that... you feel toward each other."
Both Prue and Lierre exploded.
"WHAT?"
"Me? Feel for him? HA!"
"That's such a load of -"
"Oh, shut up!"
"Why don't you shut up?"
"You want a piece of this?"
"Yeah! Bring it on, witch!"
Prue screamed then lunged at Lierre. They fell to the ground, punching, hitting, scratching, kicking, and basically just beating each other.
The Source watched, contemplating it all, then waved his hand lightly. Prue and Lierre flew across the room, each hitting a stone wall. Both were breathing heavily and had pure rage etched on their faces.
Prue wasn't bleeding, but a few bruises were working on forming. Lierre had a split lip and a thin cut on his forehead. He too was also forming a few bruises.
"This fascinates me." The Source said. "The emotion you have seems to fuel some sort of deep inner rage. Only two beings of great evil could feed off each other in such a way. I encourage this. Go now."
Prue and Lierre looked at each other briefly, then shimmered from the chamber.
Neither was quite sure what The Source was suggesting.